Love, Pain, and Homelessness
I used to live with my parents. That is until Feb 23rd. That was the day my parents kicked me out. Now what unforgivable thing must I have done is probably what you’re thinking. Well I fell in love with the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. It was as simple as that. Now I know there’s many people that don’t agree with the fact that who I fell in love with also happens to be a woman. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that warranted my parents to take away my car, a place to live, and dump me off with all of my stuff in trash bags and tell me to have a nice life. Nevertheless, it happened and I was homeless.
I spent the night with friends and stayed with my grandparents until my mom convinced them to not let me stay anymore. I even spent a few nights in my girlfriends car. Not to mention that after being kicked out my parents showed up to my work to see me everyday.I worked to the point where I felt uncomfortable and unsafe being there and it forced me to quit. One night I had to go the police station to get protection from my parents. I almost had to be escorted by police back home to get the rest of my belongings. I was unemployed and homeless. What a combo am I, right?
My parents told me I was lowering my standards by dating someone that’s the same gender as me and that I’ll never succeed at life. That I deserve to rot in hell and be spit on. They tried to strip me of basic human rights. They tried to make it where I couldn’t do anything in life without their approval. They can disagree with my ‘lifestyle,’ but that didn’t give them the right to make me feel worthless and didn’t deserve to live or to be loved.
I proved them wrong. After being torn down to what felt like the point of no return, I started picking up the pieces and putting myself together. Now of course I couldn’t have done it alone, but now I have an apartment with my name on the lease, a place to call home, and I start a new job tomorrow. I have a support system of amazing people that love me unconditionally and for once I feel like I don’t have to hide who I am from anyone. I’m happy.
I still struggle. I still hurt. I still fear my parents. I still get anxious just thinking about life in that house.
This is my story. I know it’s not over, but a big chapter in my life is. The one where I let people control me.
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